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the laughter that always befalls the unlucky wight guilty of a blunder in a name. 'You don't mean that you don't know who she is, Aubrey!' was the cry. 'I--how should I?' 'What, not Mrs. Pugh?' exclaimed Daisy. 'Pew or Pug--I know nothing of either. Is this edge as mourning for all the old pews that have been demolished in the church?' 'For shame, Aubrey,' said Mary seriously. 'You must know it is for her husband.' Aubrey set up his eyebrows in utter ignorance. 'How true it is that one half the world knows nothing of the other!' exclaimed Ethel. 'Do you really mean you have never found out the great Mrs. Pugh, Mrs. Ledwich's dear suffering Matilda?' 'I've seen a black lady sitting with Mrs. Ledwich in church.' 'Such is life,' said Ethel. 'How little she thought herself living in such an unimpressible world!' 'She is a pretty woman enough,' observed Tom. 'And very desirous of being useful,' added Richard. 'She and Mrs. Ledwich came over to Cocksmoor this morning, and offered any kind of assistance.' 'At Cocksmoor!' cried Ethel, much as if it had been the French. 'Every district is filled up here, you know,' said Richard, 'and Mrs. Ledwich begged me as a personal favour to give her some occupation that would interest her and cheer her spirits, so I asked her to look after those new cottages at Gould's End, quite out of your beat, Ethel, and she seemed to be going about energetically.' Tom looked unutterable things at Ethel, who replied with a glance between diversion and dismay. 'Who is the lady?' said Blanche. 'She assaulted me in the street with inquiries and congratulations about Harry, declaring she had known me as a child, a thing I particularly dislike:' and Mrs. Ernescliffe looked like a ruffled goldfinch. 'Forgetting her has not been easy to the payers of duty calls,' said Ethel. 'She was the daughter of Mrs. Ledwich's brother, the Colonel of Marines, and used in old times to be with her aunt; there used to be urgent invitations to Flora and me to drink tea there because she was of our age. She married quite young, something very prosperous and rather aged, and the glories of dear Matilda's villa at Bristol have been our staple subject, but Mr. Pugh died in the spring, leaving his lady five hundred a year absolutely her own, and she is come to stay with her aunt, and look for a house.' 'Et cetera,' added Tom. 'What, in the buxom widow line?' asked Harry. 'No, no
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